SITTING AT THE STATION

Sitting at the station,
Watching all the trains go.
They arrive. They depart. My beating heart.
watching all of the trains go by.
They go by. They go bye.
I see them with my eye.
I cry.
The people get on. People get on, and are gone.
Quick as the dawn.
Why? I can't go too.
The train, I can't afford to board.
It's true and it makes me blue.

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